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Picking crumbs from the beards of others, futile organisms with no spine.
Human lice with no spine slips into a neural wreck of humanity's rot.
Trust ripping away, dying.
Your breed is weak, the taste of strength bitter to
your palate of doubt.
A remnant of what was, once left, a relic you pissed
it away.
Your breed is weak, a thing so weak.
Mutual downslide into
mediocrity, you knew better but you pissed it all away. Weak.
